Pantasia 2:For Pete’s Sake - a novel by Mardi Ballou

The sequel
to Pantasia 1: Hook, Wine & Tinker

Here's an
excerpt. Enjoy!

The set-up: Lusting for revenge after he lost his girlfriend
to his boss, Pete plots a way to sabotage their wedding. To
see the fruits of his plot up close, Pete heads to the tropical island
where the wedding will be held -- and falls for Lily, the person in
charge of making sure all goes well for the bride and groom. After
Pete spends a day helping to prepare for the wedding by plucking the
feathers from many chickens, he takes a shower in Lily’s house.
Giving in to temptation, Lily joins him there.

* * * *

Lily licked her lips. She was ready, and she felt like she’d
been waiting forever. She wanted him -- hard and deep. "I’m here,"
she said, her voice low and husky.

Pete growled, and pulled her to him. Pete ran his hands down
her sides, and despite the warmth of the water, Lily shivered. She
imagined that they were standing under a warm waterfall out on a mountaintop,
the only two people in the world. Pete kissed her, a deep probing joining
of their souls, surrounded by the scent of lavender soap and the quiet
hiss of the water streaming around them. Lily met his tongue with her
own, wanting more than anything to know every inch of this man, who he
was, what he dreamed of. He broke the kiss and backed away from her, leaning
against the tiled wall. He gazed at her, his eyes large and deep blue
with longing. With all the steam and the mist, Lily felt like she was
in a dream with him -- and yet touching the most intense reality of her
life when she stroked him with her trembling fingertips. She moved ever
closer to him, pinning him against the wall.

"Oh, Lily," Pete moaned. "If only I'd known you before..."

What was he talking about? Why did he still sound so sad?
Why was he bringing any thought of unhappiness into the closeness they
were sharing?

"Promise me you won't ever regret anything that happens between
us tonight," he whispered.

Normally far too cautious to make any such promises without
major discussion and analysis, Lily would have said anything at this
moment if it would bring her what she craved -- the satisfaction of the
desire she’d burned with since she first locked eyes with Pete. "I promise,"
she said, not thinking beyond the moment. She stroked his face, then
ran her lips from his mouth down, down, pausing to kiss his tiny brown
nipples on her path to his throbbing cock.

Pete tasted delicious to her, like chocolate and flowers
and lavender and...love. Lily quivered. She wasn’t going to let her
mind go there. She was going to really taste him, to get to know the
flavor of every inch of Pete. Lily knelt before him, cupping his balls
in her hands, savoring their heft and texture as the water showered
around her. She nestled her face into the joining of his legs, then took
his enormous cock into her eager mouth.

Pete gasped, moaned her name, and ran his fingers through
her hair.

Lily almost laughed with the pleasure of having him in her
mouth. Pete smelled like soap and water, like light and joy -- the
chicken feathers and sweat a distant memory. Running her tongue over
every ridge of his cock, Lily thrilled to the pleasure she was giving
this man. For tonight, she wanted to taste him, touch him, feel him, smell
him in every way possible. Hell, she was so hungry for him, maybe she'd
invent some new ways for them to be together.

Pete's cock grew and throbbed, filling her mouth with his
excitement. Lily would have been content to go on sucking and licking
him for hours, but Pete took her by the head and pulled away. She looked
up at him, wondering why he’d stopped her.

"I want to pleasure you too, before I come," he said, drawing
her up. "Keep on like that, and I’ll come in about three seconds..."

She shook her head. "Pete, don’t you think I was enjoying
that?" she asked.

"Come here, my darling Lily," he said, pulling her close
in his arms. He had to bend his knees to get to the right height for
his cock to connect with her pussy. Lily leaned her arms against the
wall and spread her legs in welcome for Pete. The moment his cock came
into contact with her aching slit, she thought she'd explode through
the ceiling of the shower like a rocket-propelled missile. He felt like
silky velvet over steel as he thrust into her hot, wet sheath. Lily let
go of the wall and hung on to Pete’s shoulders for dear life.